Bessyboo here, w/ my first fic on fanfiction.net. I hope ya like
it. Puh-lese R&R! I really need to know what u guys think! Thnx!
Disclaimer: I regret to say that I own none of these characters or settings. I just own the plot.
The Truth
"Ron?"
Ron looked up from his Charms homework.
"Hey, Harry! Boy, am I ever glad to see you! Can you believe how much homework Flitwick gave us? I think my hand's gonna fall off from writing so much! I-"
"Ron," Harry cut him off. "I think you should read this." He handed Ron a crumpled piece of paper. Ron began to read:
Dear Diary,
I'm writing you this stuff, because I don't think I could tell anyone else. Ginny? I don't think so. Harry? Most certainly not! Ro- oh, god, I can't even write his full name. You see, Diary, that's what I'm here about. Ron.
Let's start with Malfoy. Whenever he's there, insulting me, Ron's always there to protect me. And I appreciate that. I appreciate it more than he'll ever know. Because when Malfoy insults me, it hurts. I try to stay calm, keep my cool, but it hurts. He understands that. And that's why I love him.
There. I wrote it. I love him, alright, Diary? If Ron or Harry ever found this, I'd just die. But it's the truth, and I think we should all face the facts sometimes. So I've decided just to tell the truth here. And to start, I'd like to talk about my feelings about Fleur.
The way Ron looks at her, it just makes me want to slap her. But as you know, Diary, I'm 15 years old, and enough sense not to do that. As for Krum, I think it was good for me to have some fun for one night. I can tell Victor *likes* me, but I don't like him *that* way. I just think he's a nice boy, who's a friend of mine. I can tell Ron's e x t r e m e l y jealous, but I don't think I want to get into that. Or do I? I'm so very confused, diary. Well, it's pretty late. I better get to bed. Good night.
Love,
Hermione Granger
Ron looked up at Harry with wide eyes. "Where'd you find this?" he said quietly. "On a table, in the Library," Harry nearly whispered. " I think it's time I talked to her," said Ron, getting up, and abandoning his homework. "Yea," said Harry. And without another word, Ron got up, and left the common room.
As Ron headed to the Library, where he was sure he could find Hermione, it was all he could do to keep his heart from soaring out of his chest. "I can't believe it!" he thought. "She loves me! She actually loves me!"
He walked through the familiar front doors of the library, and found Hermione, as he suspected, at a table, doing homework. "Ah, 'Mione?" he asked cautiously. "Can I talk with you?" "Sure, Ron." Hermione smiled. "I've seen this." he said quietly, handing her the diary. Hermione took one look at it, the looked away, blushing furiously. They were silent for a while, then they both started talking at once: " 'Mione, I-" " Oh Ron, I-" Neither finished their sentence. Ron pulled Hermione into a quick kiss, and when they pulled back, that was when they knew that they could tell each other the truth.
Disclaimer: I regret to say that I own none of these characters or settings. I just own the plot.
The Truth
"Ron?"
Ron looked up from his Charms homework.
"Hey, Harry! Boy, am I ever glad to see you! Can you believe how much homework Flitwick gave us? I think my hand's gonna fall off from writing so much! I-"
"Ron," Harry cut him off. "I think you should read this." He handed Ron a crumpled piece of paper. Ron began to read:
Dear Diary,
I'm writing you this stuff, because I don't think I could tell anyone else. Ginny? I don't think so. Harry? Most certainly not! Ro- oh, god, I can't even write his full name. You see, Diary, that's what I'm here about. Ron.
Let's start with Malfoy. Whenever he's there, insulting me, Ron's always there to protect me. And I appreciate that. I appreciate it more than he'll ever know. Because when Malfoy insults me, it hurts. I try to stay calm, keep my cool, but it hurts. He understands that. And that's why I love him.
There. I wrote it. I love him, alright, Diary? If Ron or Harry ever found this, I'd just die. But it's the truth, and I think we should all face the facts sometimes. So I've decided just to tell the truth here. And to start, I'd like to talk about my feelings about Fleur.
The way Ron looks at her, it just makes me want to slap her. But as you know, Diary, I'm 15 years old, and enough sense not to do that. As for Krum, I think it was good for me to have some fun for one night. I can tell Victor *likes* me, but I don't like him *that* way. I just think he's a nice boy, who's a friend of mine. I can tell Ron's e x t r e m e l y jealous, but I don't think I want to get into that. Or do I? I'm so very confused, diary. Well, it's pretty late. I better get to bed. Good night.
Love,
Hermione Granger
Ron looked up at Harry with wide eyes. "Where'd you find this?" he said quietly. "On a table, in the Library," Harry nearly whispered. " I think it's time I talked to her," said Ron, getting up, and abandoning his homework. "Yea," said Harry. And without another word, Ron got up, and left the common room.
As Ron headed to the Library, where he was sure he could find Hermione, it was all he could do to keep his heart from soaring out of his chest. "I can't believe it!" he thought. "She loves me! She actually loves me!"
He walked through the familiar front doors of the library, and found Hermione, as he suspected, at a table, doing homework. "Ah, 'Mione?" he asked cautiously. "Can I talk with you?" "Sure, Ron." Hermione smiled. "I've seen this." he said quietly, handing her the diary. Hermione took one look at it, the looked away, blushing furiously. They were silent for a while, then they both started talking at once: " 'Mione, I-" " Oh Ron, I-" Neither finished their sentence. Ron pulled Hermione into a quick kiss, and when they pulled back, that was when they knew that they could tell each other the truth.